Mistook the bliss of heaven for Bacchanals above.
Sure he presumed of praise, who came to stock
The etherial pastures with so fair a flock,
Burnished, and battening on their food, to show
Their diligence of careful herds below.[119]
Our Panther, though like these she changed her head,
Yet, as the mistress of a monarch's bed,[120]
Her front erect with majesty she bore,
The crosier wielded, and the mitre wore.
Her upper part of decent discipline